On the way to the headmaster's office in Beauxbatons, Fleur didn't speak again for the rest of the day, just silently led the way.

Scott and Dumbledore followed Fleur to the bottom of a tower.

The tower is about the size of Hogwarts' Ravenclaw Tower, and it doesn't look any of that old.

Upon entering the tower, they were not faced with a spiral staircase, but an elevator similar to that of the British Ministry of Magic.

Of course, this elevator is much more ornate and elaborate than the elevators of the British Ministry of Magic, both inside and out.

When the elevator door closed and went up, Scott didn't even feel anything, and he couldn't hear anything.

After letting go of the magic perception a little, he was not surprised to find that this elevator was a product of alchemy, and the kinetic energy came entirely from magic.

Sure enough, a place like Beauxbatons, like Hogwarts, can't use any electricity.

At this moment, the elevator door slowly opened, and Scott also reined in his magic perception.

When the elevator door was completely opened, a burst of fresh fragrance of flowers and plants came to his nose, and Scott looked at the scenery outside the elevator with a little surprise.

This......

At the very top of the tower is a hanging garden full of exotic flowers and plants.

The space here is clearly under the Stretch Without a Trace Spell, much larger than the tower's exterior seems.

"Please go this way."

Stepping out of the elevator, Fleur leads the two on a winding path full of flowers.

Scott looked around as he walked.

It's almost Christmas, but the whole garden is full of spring.

The thin winter sunlight shines through the transparent glass dome, as if it has undergone some kind of amplification, becoming warm and pleasant.

On both sides of the road, a variety of apparently well-manicured plants are verdant, and flowers of all colors are blooming.

Countless glittering fairies flutter around the garden.

Looking closely, Scott found that this little thing, which is vain and willful by nature, is actually taking care of the plants here uncharacteristically.

Moreover, all the exotic flowers and plants here have a common feature, which is that they are very large.

Even the most common rose has flowers that are several times larger than the usual roses.

Scott walked through it, always having the illusion that he had been shrunk.

The three of them made a few turns in the garden before finally arriving at the principal's office, which was located in the center of the hanging garden.

It is a round transparent glass house that stands like a giant birdcage among the flowers.

Although the glass is transparent, the flower vines wrapped around the outside, and the silk curtain hanging from the inside, make them unable to see the scene inside.

Fleur stepped up the pure white steps and knocked on the ornate door covered in flowers and plants.

The door opened automatically.

Fleur bowed her head and said very respectfully, "Lady Maxim, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Trolope have arrived. ”

"Invite them in." Madame Maxim's deep voice came.

"Please."

Fleur stood by the door, guiding Dumbledore and Scott inside.

Dumbledore nodded, and walked inside.

Scott followed him.

The office was also clearly covered with a Traceless Stretching Charm, and the space was large, and everything in the room was the size of Madame Maxime.

This makes her look like a lady of normal size and elegant manners when she is in this office.

Correspondingly, this is not very friendly to the other people who walk into this office.

When Scott walked into the principal's office, the feeling of being shrunk and entering the land of giants intensified.

"Oh, Dumbledore, you're finally here, please take a seat."

At this time, Madame Maxim, who was sitting behind her desk, was sipping tea from a teacup, and she did not seem to be in a bad mood.

At least she didn't entertain Dumbledore with a cross-eyebrow.

In contrast to her, there was another witch who was also at her desk at the moment, and after Flaccus had been reminded earlier, Scott knew that she was Professor Girard.

The long-known Scott Professor Girard was very beautiful, with long curly pale blonde hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose, and bright red lips that matched the bright red embroidered robe on his body.

It's just that her face is very ugly, and after Dumbledore and Scott entered the house, she has been looking at them with great hatred.

This kind of gaze, which has nothing to do with beauty, undoubtedly spoils her beauty.

Especially at this moment, she is sitting on the huge powder blue sofa, and due to the mismatched size of the sofa, her feet are dangling, like a newborn sitting in a large stroller, which adds a touch of weird comical.

And Carry, a black boy who witnessed the morning clashes, was also standing next to the couch where she was sitting.

"Thank you, dear Madame Maxim."

Ignoring Professor Girard's gaze, Dumbledore thanked Lady Maxim and stepped aside, scrambling onto the couch and sitting down with no insensitive movements.

"Oh, I have to compliment, the sofa here is so comfortable."

He sat comfortably on the sofa opposite Professor Girard, letting the large, soft satin pillows encircle his body with an expression of enjoyment.

Instead of sitting, Scott also stood next to the armrest of the couch, face to face with Cary.

The two looked at each other, but neither could see any information in each other's calm eyes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Dumbledore."

Lady Maxim smiled at Dumbledore and waved her wand to serve him a cup of tea.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup that looked like a large bowl in both hands, not caring how funny he looked at the moment, and lowered his head to take a sip of tea.

"Oh, I need to add some more sugar."

He held his teacup in both hands.

"Of course."

Madame Maxim smiled again and tapped her wand in her hand.

A large, fine ceramic sugar jar flew from a nearby shelf, shook it in midair, and poured a large amount of white sugar cubes into the teacup in Dumbledore's hand.

"Oh, that's enough."

Dumbledore picked up a teaspoon the size of a soup spoon, stirred it in the cup, took another sip, and sighed contentedly.

"Exactly, that's exactly what I like."

"If you like it."

Madame Maxim flew back with the sugar jar in her hand.

"Olim!"

At this point, Professor Girard finally couldn't sit still.

"If I'm guessing correctly, you shouldn't have invited them here for tea!"

Probably because of anger, her voice was a little sharp.

Madame Maxime frowned, "Please be uneasy, Veronica, I invited Dumbledore here, of course, not for tea. ”

Professor Girard said, "Then you should tell the honorable Professor Dumbledore directly what kind of punishment I want his misbehaving student to receive!" ”

"It's not up to you, Veronica." Madame Maxim's tone was visibly displeased, "After all, this involves a warrior who competes in the Triwizard Tournament, and in short, this matter needs to be discussed by the entire referee before it can be decided." ”

She looked at the office door.

"So, now we have to wait for a few other guests to come over."

Professor Girard said in a tough tone, "I don't think this incident has anything to do with the Triwizard Tournament, the whole thing is just a Hogwarts student attacking a Beauxbatons student for no reason and causing him serious damage!" ”

Madame Maxim turned her head and looked at her with a blank expression, "I think I am the headmaster of this school, Professor Girard. ”

Professor Girard stared at her with wide eyes and took several deep breaths.

The two looked at each other for several seconds, and Professor Girard softened his tone, "You're right, Olim. Sorry, it was me who lost my temper. ”

Under Madame Maxim's gaze, she relented.

Madame Maxim smiled gracefully, "It's okay, please wait a little longer, Veronica, I think we can work together to come to an outcome that is acceptable to all parties." ”

Professor Girard nodded, no more talking.

The confrontation between the two ended, and it was clear that Madame Maxim, who was the headmaster of Beauxbatons, was superior.

Just then, Fleur's voice came from the door.

"Madame Maxim, your other guests have arrived."

"Invite them in, Fleur."

"Yes, Madame Maxim."

Immediately afterward, several people walked in from outside the door.

First of all, the other members of the jury.

Two officials of the French Ministry of Magic, Messrs. Lefebble and Jolly.

Durmstrang's new president, Professor Hartman.

and, Professor Russell and Lucio of Beauxbatons.

When Professor Russell, dressed in a white robe, walked into the office, Professor Girard slid straight down from the huge couch.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, she couldn't wait to ask, "Why are you here, Professor Russell!" ”

"My students are also involved." He glanced at Lucio, who was following him.

Professor Girard wanted to say something, but Madame Maxim spoke, "Professor Russell and his students were invited by me, all right, please take your seats." Fleur, you come in too, and close the door. ”

With that, she stood up and beckoned everyone else to take their seats.

Except for Lucio, who was also a student, everyone else sat down.

No one has a say anything about the sofas that don't match the size at all, even if it's a bit difficult to climb up and sit on the sofa, and the movements are a little indecent.

Even the serious Mr. Leffible and Professor Russell.

Of course, Professor Girard sat down again.

Obviously, everyone gave Madame Maxim a lot of face.

Madame Maxim smiled and sat down last with great grace, waving her wand to serve tea to everyone.

But with the exception of Dumbledore and Mr. Jolly, no one was holding the teacups that looked like large bowls.

Madame Maxim didn't care either.

She said slowly: "I think everyone already knows what happened, and I invite everyone to come over just to discuss a result that everyone can accept." ”

Several people present nodded.

"Then, for the sake of fairness," said Madame Maxime, "let the students who are the parties give the details one more time, in front of all of us." ”

"No problem." "It's just that, if I'm not mistaken, there was one important person who wasn't there. ”

Professor Girard immediately spoke, "Poor Waldo, he is still lying in the university hospital. He's been in unimaginable pain, he's not awake until now, and I don't want him to be stimulated in any way. ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Scott with cold eyes and then at Karry.

"This is my student, Kari Kama. Kari witnessed the whole thing happen, and my nephew Valdo entrusted him with telling the truth. ”

"Is that so?" Mr. Jolly looked at the others, "What do you think?" ”

"Yes." Mr. Leffible said.

Several others nodded.

"So be it." Mr. Jolly clapped his hands, "Then you can tell me what happened, Mr. Kama." ”

Kari bowed slightly.

"Good afternoon, I'm Kari Kama, from the Kama family......"

He began to tell the story in detail.

It started with the news that Fleur announced last night that her dance partner had been decided.

He didn't seem to have the intention of hiding for Valdo, and made it clear that Valdo was domineering and didn't allow other boys to come near Fleur.

Of course, he did a lot of embellishment in his words, and even Waldo's ugly behavior was glorified as "an impulse for love".

Listening to his story, Scott glanced at Fleur, who was standing beside Madame Maxim.

Fleur's face was very pale, and there was resentment in her eyes, as if she had been greatly humiliated.

But she didn't say anything.

Carry continued, talking about Valdo's actions this morning.

“…… On impulse, Waldo led a group of men to Mr. Trollope's troubles, hoping that he would get out of the way. Because I was not at ease, I also followed. ”

Until here, he didn't say much nonsense.

But then......

"When he saw Lucio remind Mr. Trolope to be careful, Waldo was really angry, and in impulse, he said something threatening."

As he spoke, he glanced at Scott.

"But I didn't expect that Mr. Trolope would directly insult him, saying that he had never seen a fool like Valdo, and that he would make Valdo unable to raise his head in front of him......"

Scott raised an eyebrow.

At the same time, he heard Lucio's heavier breathing.

Lucio was glaring at Kari with anger in his eyes.

But Professor Russell glanced at him, and he didn't speak rashly.

Scott watched Cary silently.

Kari withheld part of the facts, reversed part of the chronology, and then told the whole story beyond recognition.

In summary, he meant that Waldo only went for trouble on the spur of the moment, but he just wanted to warn Scott to stay away from Fleur.

Unexpectedly, Scott humiliated him with vicious language, and the incident escalated into a violent conflict.

Even in the conflict, Valdo deliberately excluded Lucio, and even laid a magic barrier in order not to affect others.

But Scott ruthlessly crushed them with strange means, and even tortured Waldo in a brutal way, no matter what Cary advised.

Until the end, Scott also snatched Waldo's alchemy item, the Magic Barrier Orb.

If people who don't know the truth listen to it in general, they will feel that although Waldo is wrong, it is not a big mistake, but there is some impulse for love.

On the contrary, Scott is arrogant, arrogant, cruel, and cold-blooded, as if he is an out-and-out next-generation Dark Lord.

“…… I'm done. Kari bowed again.

"Do you hear that?"

Professor Girard patted the armrest of the couch, then pointed his finger at Scott with his crimson nails.

"This Mr. Trollope is an extremely dangerous student! His sophistication and cruelty are not far behind those veteran dark wizards! For such a student, all you should do is disqualify him from the competition and put him in jail! ”

Hearing her words, the two French Ministry of Magic officials, as well as Professor Hartmann, were looking at Scott with dismayed eyes.

"Ahem......"

Dumbledore coughed and was about to speak, but Professor Russell suddenly spoke.

"There is some truth to what you say, Professor Girard. But according to my student, Lucio González, this is not the case. ”

He raised a hand, stopping Professor Girard from blurting out a rebuttal.

"We can't just listen to one side of the story, isn't it my students' turn to tell the story?" He looked at Madame Maxim.

"Of course." Madame Maxim nodded, motioning for Lucio to speak.

"Kari is lying!"

Lucio came first.

Professor Girard turned his head to look at Lucio, "Lucio Gonzalez, you should understand that what you say is responsible, and I hope you will bear the consequences. ”

It's almost a clear threat.

But Professor Russell immediately said, "I think with me as a mentor, my apprentice can say what he wants to say." ”

Professor Girard's face changed, "Professor Russell, are you sure?" ”

Scott immediately understood her subtext -

Are you sure, for the sake of a Muggle-born student and our Girard family?

"I'm pretty sure, Professor Girard." Professor Russell didn't give her face.

Professor Girard took a few more deep breaths, his face darkening.

Professor Russell retracted his gaze, "Go on, Lucio. ”

"Yes, Mentor."

Lucio replied and resumed his story.

He went out of his way to remind Scott early in the morning, and told him what had happened.

“…… Anyway, because Waldo keeps humiliating us with the term 'mudblood', Scott gets angry and calls him a fool. Also, it was Valdo who did it first. After the incident, Valdo did not have any scars on his body. ”

He bowed.

"I'm done."

"It seems that the facts in Gonzalez's mouth are completely different from what Karma said." Madame Maxim said, "It is up to us to tell what the truth is. ”

"Lucio González is just lying, trying to help his friend get away with it," Professor Girard said. For such a student, Beauxbatons should have withdrawn him from school. ”

"I believe in my students." Professor Russell didn't budge, "He never lied to me. ”

Professor Girard glared angrily, "Auguste Russell! Beauxbatons and Hogwarts are involved! ”

She tried to pull Professor Russell to the united front in the name of Beauxbatons.

But Professor Russell apparently doesn't take that either.

He said in a deep voice: "It is precisely because Beauxbatons' reputation cannot be tarnished that it is more important to remove some stains that should have been removed a long time ago, rather than to be repeatedly let go of the face of some people." ”

"You!"

Professor Girard was so angry that his breath became short.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I don't think we need to argue too much about it."

"Oh? Do you have anything to say, Dumbledore. Madame Maxim asked.

Dumbledore smiled.

"There are only two things I have to say."

"One, for Scott, the rest of the world can only decide the part about the Triwizard Tournament. As for what to do with him, it's our Hogwarts business. ”

"Second, my student is good at inventing funny gadgets, and he has recorded them with magical objects. What is the real experience, we can see at a glance. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a rectangular mirror from his pocket.

"Oh, here it is."

He tapped the mirror with his wand, and with a flick of it, a corresponding image was immediately projected on the white curtain hanging on one side of the glass wall.

Scott watched in amazement.

This method is undoubtedly much simpler and more convenient than the method he often uses, without the need to make an additional large mirror as a player.

"It's a funny little thing, I revamped it on a whim."

Dumbledore whispered to him, then looked at the others.

"So, let's start watching now."

Soon, the image projected on the curtain moved.

Scott glanced at Professor Girard and Karry, their faces becoming solemn.

I didn't expect it!

With a sneer in his heart, he also relived the incident again.

Although Waldo's arrogant appearance was uncomfortable, and the screams were unpleasant, the feeling of relief was still very refreshing.

At this time, the lawlessness of Waldo and his followers was already visible, and the voice from the [magic phone] in Dumbledore's hand was even more vivid.

The gesture of no one in his eyes, the sound of "mudblood", and the unfinished words that tried to insult Madame Maxim were completely exposed in front of everyone's eyes.

As that sentence was played, Scott deliberately observed Mrs. Maxim's reaction with the rest of his gaze.

In short, hearing Valdo speak of her in a contemptuous tone, the plus-sized lady could barely maintain her graceful posture.

At the same time, Professor Girard's face became more and more heavy.

It wasn't until the absolute darkness in the image fell and Valdo's terrible screams rang out that Professor Girard finally couldn't help it.

"Enough!" She was almost screaming, "Enough is enough!" Stop it! ”

But no one responded to her, and Dumbledore didn't listen to her.

This video was played until the end, allowing everyone present to understand what had happened.

Faced with the eyes of others focused on her, Professor Girard gritted his teeth and said, "This is not true! With Dumbledore's level of magic, he could have disguised such an image! ”

Hearing her say this, the faces of several other people were a little unhappy.

Such evidence has already been thrown in the face, what's the point of continuing to be stubborn?

Scott, who had been silent until now, stood up and bowed, "If there is a meditation basin, I can pull out my memories and let you check them." ”

"Me too." Lucio hurriedly followed.

"Memories are not immutable." Professor Girard still refuses to admit defeat.

"Enough, it's ugly, Professor Girard." Professor Russell said, "You know very well what kind of character your nephew is. ”

Professor Girard was finally silent.

"Looks like that's how it happened."

Madame Maxim, who had regained her graceful posture, gracefully picked up her teacup and took a sip.

"Next, we should discuss how to deal with this matter, without affecting the Triwizard Tournament."

The two officials from the Ministry of Magic groaned.

"He should be disqualified!" Professor Girard perked up again, "This is a punishment for him and Hogwarts, and this year's tournament winner can only be produced between Beauxbatons and Durmstrang!" ”

Scott had been watching the other people's reactions, and Professor Hartmann was clearly a little impressed by Professor Girard's proposal, and nodded slightly.

But he did not rush to make a statement, and looked at the two gentlemen.

Mr. Jolly was the first to shake his head and veto the proposal, "No, it would make the Triwizard Tournament meaningless." ”

"That's right, the Triwizard Tournament must have three parties participating." Mr. Lefebble echoed.

"Then Hogwarts must have a different Warrior." Professor Girard added, "This student is vicious and cruel, and it is clearly incompatible with the status of a warrior. ”

"Vicious and cruel? I don't think so. ”

Or Professor Russell.

Scott didn't expect him to speak for him in such a place.

Could it be because of the discord between the Russell family and the Girard family?

But he vaguely felt that Professor Russell was not that kind of person, and he should not do such a thing to oppose for the sake of opposition.

"What are you talking about?"

Professor Girard looked at Professor Russell again.

"Didn't you hear, poor Waldo was tortured so badly, he hasn't recovered until now, maybe this incident will leave a psychological shadow on him!"

She pointed angrily at Scott.

"If that's the case, it's he who completely ruined Waldo's future!"

In the face of accusations, Professor Russell's eyes remained extraordinarily calm.

He still said in his usual tone: "Professor Girard, what you should do is not to accuse Mr. Trollope, but to reflect on the family education of your Girard family. ”

"What did you say?" Professor Girard's eyes widened in disbelief.

Professor Russell did not answer her, but turned to Scott and asked, "Mr. Trollope, have you tried it yourself, and what is the extent of Waldo Girard's suffering?" ”

Scott told the truth: "I've tried it, and once it's the equivalent of a stab. ”

Of course, the pain in the illusion can be adjusted.

But because pain can also kill people, in order not to cause a fatality, Scott gave Waldo a pain rating that was not too high.

Professor Russell nodded, looked at Professor Girard again, and replied to her with a large paragraph.

"I know that Valdo Girard has suffered a little."

"But that level of pain is not as painful as a Quidditch player falling from a great height, or as many apprentices being injured by explosions during alchemy experiments, or even as many as the splitting caused by a mistake in the practice of apparition shifting."

"It's not worse than the consequences he caused when he bullied others in the past."

"In short, it's not uncommon for young wizards to get hurt in their daily lives, so why haven't others left a shadow because of those pains?"

"They're still playing Quidditch, they're still experimenting with alchemy, and they've all obtained their Phantom Shifting credentials."

"Why is only Valdo so vulnerable?"

"Because you have always protected Valdo Girard too well, giving him privileges and not allowing him to be harmed in the slightest."

"Even learning to apparition, you took him hand in hand until he got used to that magic."

"He is lawless, reckless, and incapable of suffering, a trait that you have cultivated."

"In other words, even if he leaves an indispellable shadow because of this incident, it is you relatives who dot on him who really destroy him."

After saying this long paragraph, Professor Russell stood up directly.

"Anyway, my attitude has been expressed, and I won't be involved in the rest of the matter."

He nodded at the others and walked out of the office with Lucio.

That's handsome, Professor Russell!

Those words, beautifully said!

Scott simply wanted to cheer him straight out.

For a long time, he was stunned by Professor Girard's direct speech.

And when she came back to her senses and wanted to refute it, Professor Russell had already taken Lucio with him.

Professor Girard gasped with rage, but he couldn't find a place to vent.

She couldn't be too rude to Dumbledore, that was obviously undignified.

She couldn't confront Scott directly, that would definitely make her lose her identity.

She could only stare at the reclosed door, her chest rising and falling.

"Well, how to deal with this incident is something that only the members of the referee team can decide." Madame Maxim said, "Other people's opinions can only be used as a reference." ”

Professor Girard immediately asked, "Is it your decision to punish him?" This is unreasonable! ”

"Yes, there must be punishment." "So I'm proposing to deduct five match points as a penalty. ”

5 o'clock?

Scott thought back.

He is 48 points, Krum 45 points, and Fleur 43 points.

Is this to put yourself and Fleur back on the same starting line?

"I'm for it." Professor Hartmann was the first to agree.

Obviously, in this way, it is Krum who is in first place in the standings.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Mr. Lefabler and Madame Maxim also agreed.

Finally, they looked at Dumbledore.

"I have no opinion." Dumbledore glanced at Scott, "Then five points will be deducted." ”

"Then it's decided!" Mr. Jolly was the final word.

Even if Professor Girard wanted to deduct Scott a little more, it would be too late.

When the incident was over, Scott and Dumbledore left Beauxbatons Castle together and returned to their tower.

"They're back!"

"Professor Dumbledore!"

"Scott!"

Everyone was waiting for them, and as soon as they met, they couldn't wait to inquire about the outcome of the incident.

"How's it going?"

"What do they say?"

Scott hurriedly told them the results.

"Demerit points?" Fred was a little surprised, "Just like that?" ”

Roger pouted, "It's okay, it's just a 5 point deduction, it's cheaper than that kid from Krum!" ”